D&D: Go out of the city to look for Hansel's tent, plotting revenge
From Create Your Own Story
As the rage builds inside you, you decide you must get revenge. You dismiss Andin, telling him you are okay.
"Are you sure?" he ask, giving you a worried look.
You icily stare back at him "I'm fine!".
He is taken aback by your harsh response, clearly feeling your anger.
"Please, m'lady, don't do anything rash...".
You turn around and walk away, feeling a little bad for treating him badly when he only offered to help. However, nothing matters other than getting revenge on Hansel.
You quickly and stealthily slink back to your tent in the camp outside the arena. Not having a spare set of leather armor in your tent, you quickly don a tan halter bra, a matching thong, and to complete your outfit, a form fitting hauberk and breeches made of fine elven chain, tied with leather cordage. Your outfit providing a healthy balance of protection and mobility, and satisfied with it, you grab a spare sword from your tent and head out with a purpose.
You make your way through the city, towards its gates. You don't exactly know where Hansel's tent is, so it takes you about an hour of searching to finally spot his tent, a circular tent made of fur, larger than the small usual tents, perched on a small hill not far from the city's gates. Hansel is sitting by his tent, watching the road leading into the city. He notices your approach, however he remains sitting, not even looking at you. You climb the small hill, reaching his tent, as you walk towards him, your anger about the previous humiliation is at a peak. You draw your sword as you approach him, doubt starting to creep into your mind.
"You scumbag!" you shout at him, "I could have killed you if it were a real fight!".
Hansel slowly turns towards you, listening with a smirk but not replying. "You dishonorable piece of shit, how dare you? I should kill you for what you have done!"
He looks at you, his calm gaze unnerving you a little, as he still does not say a word.
"Well, don't you have anything to say?" you ask, a bit confused. You expected some sort of reply - an excuse, a taunt, even straightforward fight - but his attitude, as you are nothing but some almost transparent being, is unnerving. It also makes your even more angry.
"Fight me now, here, without anyone stopping me from killing you like the coward you are" you taunt him, "or are you afraid?"
Suddenly, Hansel slowly rise, his tall figure looming large over you "You got what you deserved, but also what you desired."
"What?", you reply, "how dare you? I will show you what YOU deserve!" you reply, waving your sword.
"You come here, all angry and shouting, throwing threats - but deep inside, you are just an elvish slut who enjoys a strong man dominating her, like so many other women. You didn't come here for revenge - you came here to get some more cock, like I knew you would! Kneel and beg me to fuck you to oblivion, slut!"
You are taken aback by his words. While you feel intense urge just to lunge at him straight away, you do feel aroused somewhat. The memory of Hansel taking you on the battle ring floor, while everyone is watching, making you more aroused, as you consider his words. Maybe he is right? The doubt grows in your mind, along with an undeniable but forbidden desire.
You try to clear your head, regain control of the situation. What happens next:
